Weekly Flylady Thread 5th January 2009

mumoffour77

Jill, our mealtimes are pretty much the same.....DS1 Eats like a horse and steals the food of the wee ones plates!!! They of course give off, when it suits them......but when the wee ones dont like something they say here kris do you want this??

I bought a glass table to help me with sorting out who was kicking whom under the table at dinner time......and also who dropped the most food....whoever did that got the duty of tables and chairs after dinner....They all hate this chore:)

mumoffour77

Post number 500:)

lil_me

mumoffour I hate feet too, mine and anyone elses, pleurgh! Sandals shouldn't be allowed in public People offer to take their shoes off when they come in the house but are told to put them back on!
pigpen :rotfl: I'd never noticed the cat before
JillD count me in!
AnWsMum hope A is ok
Michelle welcome home x
kaz well done and littlemeister keep that room tidy!!!

DS1 can't sleep again, kids eh!
DS2s upset as swimming starts this week and teacher said no goggles, argh! (It's the same teacher DS1 hated so much he refused to go and he loves swimming!)

All this is because of back to school, I should have home educated like I was going to.....

JillD_2

mumoffour glad its not just me with the mealtime chaos then, my friends are obviously freaks and we are normal LOL
and OMG a glass table scary then I would see the flith on the floor whilst eating tea YUCK:rotfl:


But not as scary as pigpens list of childrens ages. And groan 2.5 is another YEAR away ARRGGHHHHH

piggers added you to the WLC list. No leftover potatoes or anything for breakfast now, do you hear

Right, wine glass empty, head sore, v tired, off to bed
night night

mumoffour77

Gnight JillD:)

mumoffour77

DS3 and DD
hopefully I have resized it correctly:)

Gryfon

Phew finally got to the end but now can't remember much apart from something about a ferret :rotfl:

JillD...I did think about making them blink but then I'd have to take two photos at the same time which I didn't do, and I'm not clever enough to try and fiddle with it! They are my eyes though so I'm watching everyone to make sure they're being good BTW I'll join in, I get weighed on a Wednesday and I really have to do something with my weight as it all went horribly wrong last year!

Night all, suppose I should sleep!

mumoffour77

Can someone tell me how to resize images?????

toottifrootti

pigpen posted this 2 years ago and I found it today and thought I would let you read it again! toots xx

Having done NOTHNG all morning.. I found this.. while browsing th einternet and eating a whole block of marzipan!

It made me think of you all... and me.. trying to make a difference in our houses and our lives and our childrens lives.. because we will, one at a time get where we are going.

The Daffodil Principle

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour
drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I will come next
Tuesday, " I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally
walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn!

The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in
this all the time, Mother." "Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car." How far will we have to drive?" "Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used
to this." After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils." "Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."

"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand-lettered sign that read, "Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn
down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were
planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each
different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn.

"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.

The first answer was a simple one. "50,000 bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

There it was, The Daffodil Principle. For me, that moment was a life-changing experience.

I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun-one bulb at a time-to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an
obscure mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in
which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.

The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration. That is,
learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time-often just one baby-step at a time - and learning to love the doing, learning to use the
accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things.
We can change the world.

"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and
had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of
celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

--Author Unkown

mumoffour77

Thats lovely toots!!!
Do you remember posting this Pigpen??